He stole his parents, and not to buy a pizza, but to get tangled up more with “the chemist.” This happens every day in this country, especially in Havana.
Havana, Cuba. – He had already tried marijuana. It was for those years in which the Military service. A recruit, his partner, invited him to try it and painted Villas and Castillas. The enthusiasm with whom the partner of his benefits was great, especially when he assured him that he was not expensive, and to prove it he let him know much less than a pizza and, what was even better, also fell hungry, at least for a while.
The other opened his eyes in amazement, seemed incredulous, frightened and remained silent, perhaps waiting for the insistence of the partner. He needed a major push, he thought about what his parents could say, in the reaction they would have; He also imagined that he could be surprised by an officer who made him a warning, that he took the pass, even calling his parents, to locate him a few days in a dungeon, perhaps much more, for his daring.
And nothing happened that he foreshadowed. The guards did not find out and there were no warnings, they did not take away the stimulus pass and went home on the weekend, and repeated, repeated twice, perhaps more, and involved the girlfriend who seemed very timorata at the beginning, but he had his tricks, he believed an old fox, he displayed his vast skills to convince her.
The two were happy over the weekend, there was no party that seduced them more than “the chemist.” They discarded everything, even the practical work that had entrusted to the girl to deliver them on Monday. They believed themselves in glory and swore love at all times to come, and much more if “the chemist” continued to have a lower price than the pizzas that both liked them so much.
The boy returned to the military unit believing a hero, and she to school without doing any of the practical work that had been commissioned, those that he had to deliver in the very early morning of Monday, believing that this weekend daring was one of the greatest heroicities of his life, and the best of all was that they had not had great expenses, only a coil that did not make mellas to whom they did not make me.
The two loved themselves in the middle of the euphoria that led to “the chemist”, the one that was worth much than a pizza with ham and cheese. They told, at least that came to believe, that they were happy, that the sex they had was better than before, although they could not try it. They believed themselves revolutionizing the world, and repeated again and again and, the worst, without getting to tiredness.
The two tried many times, and stopped fulfilling their duties; She with the tasks of the school, he with the return to unity after the pass, with the performance in shooting practices, with all the military preparation. They believed, more and more, that they were happy, that they were very happy. And in some sense they were, at least at the beginning, when they got tangled up in bed and were ecstatic, and always attending to the minimum expenses that cost that pleasure.
He disregarded his, already big, vocation for electricity and did not open more those books that his father gave him when he believed that he would also be an electrical engineer, but his thoughts did not go far beyond the “chemical” so cheap and new sensations that he confused with glory. He stole his parents, and not to buy a pizza, he stole to get more and more with “the chemist.” He thought he was happy.
And so it happens every day in this country, especially in Havana. The young people stopped finding benefits in reading, like the boy of this very real story. He no longer touches my door to ask me for a book, to comment a bit that brought me back. He is no longer interested in music as before, and even sold his speakers because he had no money to pay how little “the chemist.” That boy, that of this real story, is one of the most terrible nightmares in this country.
